Chapter 7 What is buried 3
In the garden outside the hospital.
The warm sunlight gently enveloped Xu Jiarong's delicate cheeks, adding a touch of sweetness to her temperament.
"Nuannuan, have you thought it through?" Xu Jiarong clenched Qingnuan's hand, "If you still like Cheng Ge, you..."
"Let's not talk about this, Rongrong. Now we are not in front of Song Yang. I have something to ask you in private." Qing Nuan's eyes were burning. "I hope you don't hide it."
"What?"
"Do you like Song Yang?"
For a moment, Xu Jiarong was stunned.
She actually regretted the little bit of her carelessness in front of Qing Nuan on Valentine's Day. She was drunk at the time, and Song Yang's confession to Qing Nuan really stimulated her. She was extremely sad and couldn't help but reveal her feelings in front of Qing Nuan.
Now that Qing Nuan asked her directly, she naturally couldn't admit it.
"Nuannuan, what's wrong with you? Why do you ask such a question?" Xu Jiarong pretended to hold her forehead and made a helpless expression.
Qing Nuan didn't buy it at the moment. She didn't say anything else and got straight to the point: "Rongrong, after that day, the relationship between the three of us suddenly became a little subtle. I know that although each of us is still maintaining superficial harmony, some things have already changed. The person I liked before was Cheng Ge, you all know that. You all know what Cheng Ge and I went through. Since Song Yang is willing to lead me out of the past, I have thought a lot these days, and suddenly I feel that maybe I can try to accept Song Yang, and I am willing to work hard to get rid of my past self. But Rongrong, if you are really interested in Song Yang, I hope you two can make it clear in front of each other. Rongrong, you are my best friend, I hope you can be braver. If you like Song Yang, I will definitely withdraw without hesitation and bless you."
After hearing this, Xu Jiarong laughed, but her smile was bitter.
She lowered her head, adjusted her emotions, hid the tears in the corners of her eyes, and when she raised her head again, she had returned to her normal appearance.
"Nuannuan, Song Yang and I are really just good friends. I don't like his type. You know Takeshi Kaneshiro, right? I like that type!" Xu Jiarong giggled.
Qing Nuan still didn't believe it and asked: "Really? What did you do to me on Valentine's Day dance?"
"I've drunk too much, don't you know?" Xu Jiarong looked like she hated alcohol. "I'll never drink so much again. Not only did it cause me to mess up things, but now I can't even remember what I did..."
Qing Nuan repeatedly emphasized: "Are you telling the truth?"
Xu Jiarong nodded quickly, like a chick pecking at rice, and almost raised her hand to swear to the sky: "Really, really, I promise it's true, it has to be true!"
Qing Nuan then reluctantly believed it.
Then it was Xu Jiarong's turn to ask Qing Nuan a question: "Well , Nuan Nuan, I have a question for you too."
Qing Nuan smiled, as if she had guessed what Xu Jiarong was thinking: "Let me guess, you must want to ask whether I have fallen in love with Song Yang or not."
"Yes!" Xu Jiarong did not hide her concern for this gossip. "I just want to ask you this. Since you want to agree to him, do you like him or not?"
"In my heart, he is still just my friend." Qing Nuan sighed, "I haven't been able to completely let go of Cheng Ge. I didn't want to let go before, but now... I have to let go of Cheng Ge."
"Then think about it carefully."
Qing Nuan nodded: "Don't worry, I will make it clear to Song Yang."
After a seemingly rare heart-to-heart talk between best friends, Xu Jiarong knew that there was no hope for her and Song Yang. She even felt that she was the one who put the big stone of Qing Nuan between her and Song Yang.
But she didn't blame Qing Nuan. This was her own choice and also what Song Yang wanted.
She just had to work hard to make it happen.
It’s just sad that now, everything has changed.
Cheng Ge, Qing Nuan, Song Yang, and her.
Best friends don’t act like best friends.
The buddies don't act like buddies.
The lovers go their separate ways.
But when was there no rift between them?
